Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

I listened—or at least, I tried. Things between Richard and me weren’t perfect—hell, they weren’t even close—but we’d reached some kind of middle ground. We spoke now, traded the occasional dry jokes, It wasn’t the father-son fairytale she probably hoped for, but it was enough to keep her satisfied. And it kept me close to her. The rest of the time, we carried on like nothing had ever happened—stepmom and stepson on the outside, something far messier beneath the surface.

But damn, the sight had me throbbing. Stepbrother pulled out for a second and flipped her onto her back. Mom spread her legs wide, pulling him in. "Fuck me missionary, I want to feel every inch," she panted. He shoved his cock back into her pussy and started pounding again, the bed creaking loud. "You love this stepdick, don't you?" he said, grabbing her tits and squeezing. "Yes, I love it! Fuck your stepmom's pussy raw!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around him.

My body aches as I wake up on my back. Charlene is using my boobs as a pillow and I think Meme’s foot is in my face. Oh, wait… It’s Stephany’s! Meme’s head is on my thigh! The door creaks open, “why does it not surprise me one bit what I’m seeing?” I hear my mother’s voice saying. “Probably because this is how we used to find her whenever she had a sleepover”, I hear my dad say now.

She vividly remembered Lorneauxs' indifferent yet fierce face. "I must be insane, completely insane. How could I be with him? He's my stepfather's son, how could I be with him?" Claire widened her eyes in shock, her face revealing a look of terror. She covered her small face, on the verge of tears, evidently finding it hard to accept reality. Amidst shock and confusion, she dared not linger here any longer. She forcefully swept the covers aside, preparing to get out of bed. "Ouch!" Claire endured the pain, struggling to stand up. Her legs gave way, and she fell to the floor.

Only for Mom to come knocking at my door, calling out to me. "Are you ready?" She asked, stepping into my room. "Ready? For what?" I asked. "Silly girl. You mean to say you forgot what we discussed yesterday?" She asked, lifting her brow at me with her arms crossed. I was completely lost, trying to remember what exactly we discussed. That's when Mom shared with me. "I'm traveling on a business trip with my boss and coworkers. I told you that you'll be staying with your stepfather and step brother till I'm back."

We… he…. We slept together??!! Oh my God! This isn't possible. It can't be. He flashes me a smirk, handing my mother the plates. “ Hi, I'm Joshua. Your Stepbrother.” Jesus Christ! I slept with my Stepbrother.

Like a tired person who is sleeping peacefully after having a tough day. Yawn! He looks calmer and more handsome when he sleeps. The sternness and always being aloof, now it disappeared. Like a kid falling asleep on his mom's lap after crying nonstop. So calm and peaceful. Zzz...(And she falls asleep while watching the handsome sleeping face of her stepfather)

I just let my stepbrother finger me… while his fiancée slept in the next room. Fuck!

Her eyes flick to Daniel and it’s like they’re communicating telepathically. “My idea,” Mom confesses, looking down at her hands. “I knew he wanted you,” she says quietly, still not meeting my eyes. “And I knew that if you’d known everything from the start, you would’ve panicked.” She swallows. “So we needed a way… a way for you not to be yourself for a while.” Her eyes finally lift to mine. “Seeing you on that table just now…” I stare at her, my head spinning. My mother. My own mother has been sleeping with her stepson just to "manage" him. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. The room feels smaller, like the walls leaned in while she was talking.